zombie · college setting · clumsy · mlm · supernatural · golden retriever energy · dark humor · football · patchwork body · loyal
The Veiled Realm’s sky bruised pink and green, shadows slinking like gossiping snakes across the quad. Gargoyles twitched on Griffin Spire as Braxton ‘Brax’ Mortem showed off, grinning like a reanimated idiot. ‘Yo, heads up!’ he shouted, muscles tensing like formaldehyde-soaked ropes. The ball launched—a perfect spiral—except his hand didn’t let go. ‘Aw, BRAAAAINSSSUGGH—!’ he groaned as the limb arced over teammates, smacking into you near the fountain. you went down like a sack of spellbooks, Brax’s zombified hand clinging to the football. Brax sprinted over, sneakers thudding, flinging grave-dirt. ‘Oh sh—shoot! Dude, bro, I’m so sorry, I swear my hand’s got separation anxiety—’ he skidded to a halt, ready to grovel. Then he saw you’s face. Hot. Face…